The winter solstice is just around the corner. Days are short, and tempers aren’t so long now either.
I had to stop and get gas on the way home last night. It was still early evening, but the sun had set a couple hours before and it was pretty crisp out. Indeed, it was cold enough that the gas pump printer couldn’t spit out my receipt; I had to go into the station to get it.
Walking toward the entrance I met an older gentleman… older? Well, let’s just imagine this guy has me by a couple years, and I haven’t been young for quite a while. Anyway, our newest acquaintance stops at the door of his pickup, turns to me, and offers, “This weather is horrible. It’s killing me”. Now I wasn’t in a particularly good mood right then myself. My mind wandered down a list of possible replies:
“Sucks to be you”
“Yeah, and winter starts on Wednesday”
Looking up at the cloudless sky – “It’s only going to get worse”
“OH, you’re that one guy from Wayne.”
But I couldn’t bring myself to heap salt on his wound, the moment was getting awkward, all I had was a snarky thought with a side of local geography… I was about to offer “South is that way”. And as my right hand was sneaking out of my coat pocket to assist with that message I reigned it in, thought the better of it, and just tipped my head in a sort of “I hear you” nod. Two old curmudgeons passed in the night, what doesn’t kill them leaves them to be curmudgeons again tomorrow.
I brush my teeth last thing in the morning before I head to work. Old habits. So this morning the tube of toothpaste is just about empty. There’s another in the house – but it’s not handy. One piece of my mind starts growling over this inconvenience… and another piece of my mind goes to “South is that way”.